Let's be San Francisco.

I'm New York.

Even my rents are lower than SF's.

I'm the Castro. No gays under 70 live in me.

I'm the Grâce Marchant garden.

I am the landlord with the studio apartment still thinking that charging two grand is fine for a 15'x10' room with a hotplate, minifridge, closet/bathroom with a window that looks out to the brick wall of another building is my God-given right. I have always been in the extractor class of California's society and I am not about to give up that position.

I'm the 50something woke white woman who has never left the city limits, I like to teach visitors how to eat Asian food with chopsticks!

I'm the "I liked their first album better"

I’m the passive aggressiveness.

We're the homeless people shitting everywhere.

I’m the junkie shooting up right outside of your $2 million 600 sq ft condo

I'm DiFi. I think I was governor once.

Or maybe that was LA.

I'm the surprisingly cold summer weather.

I'm the Flowerpot Men.

I’m Alcatraz. Think of all the cagemeat sex I’ve seen over the years.

I’m the San Andreas fault line that runs through the city, waiting...waiting...

I’m Chesa the criminals’ bestie because I never fail to recommend parole for violent offenders, let alone prosecute property crimes and violent drug dealers. One of my proudest achievements was when a violent con I paroled, killed 2 people in a NYE hit and run. My parents who are in jail serving sentences for murder are do proud of me.

I’m the flowers in your hair.

I'm the assertion that every white guy under 50 who manages to make a living in SF must be a "Tech Bro."

I am a homeless bum taking a dump on the sidewalk in front of Mel’s Diner.

I’m from here and "When I visit and open the window to that view of the Bay, my heart stops."

But it’s only momentary. "All things considered, I'd rather live in New York. But I still consider myself a San Franciscan."

R15 I’m Chesa. My parents were convicted felons.

In Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, two society matrons discuss the creation of a society wax museum, concerned that future generations might not otherwise know what Nan Kempner looked like.

I'm the city's sudden approval for a possible new era of gay bathhouses announced pre-pandemic.

Let's see if it ever happens post pandemic.

Was that pandemic AIDS or COVID-19, R22?

I was ANN Getty

I’m mayor London Breed. I provided a fake alibi for my brother who was nevertheless convicted of manslaughter. Years later when I became mayor i tried to influence outgoing governor Brown to pardon him.

We are the HRC turning Harvey Milk’s old camera store into yet another outlet for tr-ns propaganda since they did everything and gay men did nothing when it came to winning our own civil rights.

I'm DeDe Wilsey. I'm the Empress of SF.

I’m a used heroin syringe nestled between two sidewalk cracks in the Tenderloin.

I’m 888 Russian Hill

I am the house from [italic]Mrs. Doubtfire.[/italic]. The last time I went up for sale, I was worth more than you will ever make in your entire lifetime.

I’m the free gender reassignment surgeries you can have on the backs of SF taxpayers, if you are uninsured of course. You get a sex change! And you get a sex change! Free sex changes for everyone! Fuck if I care about shrinking middle and working class in the city, let’s make sure you get your dick chopped off courtesy of San Francisco city government.

I am a septuagenarian nudist insisting on my rights on a public thoroughfare on a day in late July when the temperature almost reaches 55 degrees Fahrenheit.

I'm Harvey Milk lying bleeding in his office

I'm the Twinkie defense

Im the Napa valley. Wealthy Friscans stroll through me and drop $$ for wine tasting

I'm clam chowder in sourdough bread! You can eat me in the bone-chilling fog down at Fisherman's Wharf for only $25!

I'm the little green Conyer parrots.

People fly to SF to see us, but because we're little assholes, we hide in the trees and make their trip useless.

I'm the Pier 39 sea lions - you can smell me and hear me before you arrive at my home.

[quote] I'm the Twinkie defense

I’m a bakery that tried to make an Artisanal, organic, plant-based Twinkie. The COVID pandemic hastened our inevitable closure. But at least we weren’t doing Nancy Pelosi‘s hair!

I’m Dim Sum.

Im beyond overrated

I am the guy who installed Nancy Pelosi’s ice cream freezers. I don’t even live in San Francisco because it’s too damn expensive. I live in Daly City.

I'm plastic straws. I'm outlawed. You know what you can use instead? A shit encrusted needle from the sidewalk, bitches!

I’m the “crookedest street in the world”.

We’re the 420 fest that got cancelled because of the pandemic despite the potential for cannabis to help fight it.

I'm Mr. S. Leather, the West Coast answer to Nasty Pig. My Instagram account is mrsleather, which looks like "Mrs. Leather."

I'm a Black person.

There aren't many of us left here anymore.

I'm walking quickly so that a white liberal woman doesn't stop me and try and make friends with me.

I'm the ever-shifting San Francisco stereotype

In the 60s I was all about hippies

In the 70s and 80s I was all about gays

In the 10s and 20s I am all about tech bros

I'm Oakland

I'm where all the interesting people who used to live in San Francisco now live

I'm Palo Alto.

These days I'm pretty much just Scarsdale with better weather.

I'm the eyesore radio tower on Twin Peaks. i cant believe I'm still standing in these times of twee vistas

I’m the aging, fat tranny sex worker hanging out in Washington Square Park every day, wearing my barely-there mini skirt barely covering my not-there twat.

I’m the Rice-a-Roni!

I'm the thousands of little squares of Ghirardelli chocoloate consumed by tourists who think that the store is somehow a local attraction

I'm the blanket of calm that has enveloped the city since Mayor Breed's early 2020 lockdown. The lack of traffic jams and Uber drivers veering into cyclists and pedestrians. The non-existent scramble for reservations at the latest overpriced restaurants. The vanished SoMa throngs skittering around with noses glued to their iphones. I'm the quiet that settles in by 9pm on Saturday. The coyotes and hawks venturing into backyards. The neighbors finally getting to know each other. The volunteers shopping for homebound seniors. The free high-end furnishings posted on nextdoor as people move....elsewhere.

I'm also all the crap listed upthread, but tbh, lots of people seem to prefer me to my pre-pandemic incarnation.

I'm the proper way to pronounce Ghirardelli, which I don't actually know because I don't really care.

I’m Pat Montandon, mistress of The Legendary Roundtable Luncheons”- Today’s topic....Let’s rap about rape! I also married Melvin Belli for a year.

I'm the Transamerica tower. Our name is just a coincidence, we swear it! And please stop asking us about the why they keep replacing the 1970s United Artists logo with the current MGM one; that hasn't been our concern for 40 years!

We're "The Streets of San Francisco," "The Doris Day Show," "Monk," "Phyllis," "Ironside," "Full House," "Dharma and Greg," and "Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist." We're all set in San Francisco, but our exterior shots look suspiciously like Los Angeles or Vancouver.

What about Too Close for Comfort r59?

I'm the skyrocketing car break-ins.

I'm Marin. I am to San Francisco what Westchester is to NYC.

I'm the cold sweat and shaking rage that comes on me when someone I don't know calls me "Frisco."

I'm the street fairs. Fillmore, Union, Haight, North Beach, Folsom, Castro...

I'm what Mary Ann Singleton was drinking when she called home to her mother in Ohio and said she was moving here.

I'm taqueria burritos and the Tamale Lady.

I’m the gay person visiting from out of town who is disappointed after thinking they are in a gay Mecca.

R6, Will 1974 do?

Watched Nixon resign!

I like to write raunchy romance novels as much as I like my privacy.

I ended my 45-year run at the end of 2019. I was a great time and a goddamn local treasure!

I'm the Castro Theatre where you could see everything from [italic]Beyond the Valley of the Dolls[/italic] to [italic]The Great Muppet Caper.[/italic]

I’m beautiful and mystical and will always be a unique oasis in the world whoever my inhabitants happen to be. They have changed from in port sailors to gold miners seeking a fortune to hippies and gays seeking others like them who appreciated the beauty. The creativity and beauty that combined here has made me unaffordable to most because so many people want to live here and there just isn’t enough room.

R37, I'm dying here! I'm reading it aloud in like a little bird voice (don't judge), and can't get past "because" without choking in laughter!

I'm the hot escort sitting at the QT waiting for my next client. I plan to be shopping later.

I have my pros, I have my cons, but I swear on the life of Madam Speaker Pelosi that I do NOT know this scum-sucking, social climbing coke whore. Nope. Don't know her.

I'm Pride and I'm a pain in the ass for anyone who doesn't live here to get here.

I'm sinking because some greedy, penny-pinching developer figured it wasn't necessary to drive piles into bedrock when building a concrete-framed high rise on landfill.

R77: I'm [italic]The Towering Inferno[/italic]. You're lucky that thing is still standing.

I've had every single gay man in San Francisco inside of me, along with all the gays who visit town from around the world...

I'm Abraham Lincoln.

Do any of you know the way to San Jose?

I missed posting by a week.

[quote] I've had every single gay man in San Francisco inside of me, along with all the gays who visit town from around the world...

We're the bears who traded barbells for croissants proving your assumptions wrong.

I'm Willie Brown.

I'm Frisco.

I'm Kamala Harris doing her best Linda Lovelace impersonation over R83.

R82 When you were still more into barbells than croissants, you lifted with me so you could see and be seen. Sometimes the Castro location, formerly "Meat" Market Street Gym.

Before you dumped me for a twink with anorexia.

I'm Haight street, filled with bums who accost you if you try to walk past them without giving them the attention they are seeking, and one of the most poorly named restaurant, "Squat and Gobble." I am like a ghost town on Christmas Day (picture tumbleweeds rolling through the street), but you can still get an Asian dinner on said Christmas Day. About the only thing i've got going for me is Escape from New York pizza (somewhere my daughter and i go any time she visits me).

I'm also Fisherman's Wharf where no self-respecting resident frequents unless an out of town relative begs you to take them there.

I’m the Tenderloin. Haven’t been there for a while, but I lived there in the early 2000s. Oh, the days of playing hopscotch over the human feces and used needles. It was fun though. It made me feel alive.

You're all pathetic. In 89 prior posts, not a single direct reference to ME?

Too easy, r90.

The Brown Twins. Gone but not forgotten.

R90

Sure. Ok. Sure.

I'm the double bill of "What's Up Doc" and "Foul Play" with squeals of "What are you doing with Howard Bannister's rocks?" and "Kojak! Bang! Bang!" that the queens watching screech.

We like choral music.

I'm Tony Bennett's heart. The dumb bacia-galoop left me here in 1962 and hasn't picked me up since! No wonder his brain is also going!

R96 He left that with his shorts on my radiator in Miami!

We're the Mitchell Brothers. Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estevez played us.

I'm Club Universe. Closed and torn down to make way for some utterly boring and forgettable condos.

I'm what Addison DeWitt called "an oasis in the California desert."

I'm Golden Gate Park, bigger than Central Park by more than 150 acres. I'm fairly beautiful with several different sections and attractions, with the exception of the shitty Hippie Hill and the places where some of the bums try to sleep overnight. :(

We’re 70% of the posters in this thread. We’ve never been to San Francisco in our lives. Everything we know about it, we learned from Fox News or City Journal.

I am the fat rat living up in the trees in Dolores Park. Thank you, San Franciscans and tourists, for treating the park like a dump so I can feast at night!

I'm a SoMa apartment with floor to ceiling windows that turns into a oven anytime the sun is out because we dont need air conditioning in SF

I am the Muni rider who starts conversations with random people. Before 2010, my behavior was considered normal, but now I'm "the crazy person" nobody wants to make eye contact with.

Thank you, OP, for just saying "the fog". Karl can go fuck himself.

I'm the Nob Hill Theatre, another legend lost to time.

I’m Twin Peaks Tavern on Castro, otherwise known as The Coffin.

R104, I lived in two of those. You know of what you speak.

R102

[quote]I am the fat rat R103 living up in the trees in Dolores Park.

FIFY

R102 - speak for yourself. I lived the hell of being in a top of beautiful victorian on Oak Street on the mouth of GG Park and waking up most mornings to some bum taking a shit and not having anything to wipe with across the street from my bedroom or trying to sleep with idiotic drunk girls coming home from the stupid bar a block up. Oh and no laundry facilities because hookups were not common in the older places.

I'm Bay to Breakers. Very few people actually run me. Most just walk the route while getting increasingly drunk, in costume or just naked.

I'm the heart that was left there.

I'm the Midnight Sun, the first to have 2-for-1 happy hour in the Castro, and where "2-for-1" could easily become "6-for-3" if you weren't pacing yourself.

I'm Critical Mass, r112 's 2nd cousin. i happen the last Friday of the month and am a huge pain in the ass for traffic.

I'm the native San Franciscan (2nd gen).

Who remembers the city of my birth before the ship-ins destroyed it, when it was unique, beautiful and exciting.

Who remembers the landmarks that only the true native knows: Fillmore (West), the Family Dog, Playland (and Laughing Sal), Fleischhaker Pool, Speedway Meadows and the Summer of Love, Union Square, Emporium-Capwell, Roos Bros., Woolworth's on Market and Powell, the Haight (is Love), the Cow Palace, Sutro Baths.

Who remembers Castro Street before the gay invasion, when it was an Italian neighborhood.

Who is the last native left alive who remembers Magnolia Thunderpussy.

Who knows that only a real native San Franciscan can drive up California or Hyde Street without burning out their clutch.

Who would beat the living fuck out of R84 for sullying the name of San Francisco.

Who is reduced to a nostalgic puddle of tears when hearing ‘I Left My Heart in San Francisco’.

And who sadly knows that the city of my youth, that I remember so fondly, the city of wonder and fascination, is dead and gone.

I'm the Massaman curry at Nari.

I'm the hundreds of millions the city spends every year "combating" homelessness. A lot of me gets used to develop "Navigation Centers" where many homeless people don't actually want to go, for fear of being in confined spaces with little security and other, crazier / drug-addled homeless people who might launch unprovoked attacks. Another big chunk of me seems to go missing into the Homelessness Industrial Complex, and the rest I think just gets burned in a big Ocean Beach bonfire for the amusement of local officials.

^^ Ocean Beach gets damn cold at night. Don't knock fire.

I am the designer acid that keeps the body really warm no matter what the weather, and makes the ocean in the moonlight teach me about the wisdom traditions. Also increases the volume of my ejaculate.

I'm the freezing cold summer.

Will they ever do a version of "Company" set in San Francisco?

I'd love to hear "Another Hundred People just got off of the Bart". Of course, they'd have to set it in this century since the Bart wasn't extended until then.

I'm the dead guy lying in a traffic median that passersby just assumed (correctly) was just another smacked out junky.

During non-pandemic times, I'm the best damn week to be in town. Street parking, things to do, all infinitely easier during this glorious week. I am BURNING MAN WEEK, when half the tripping, tweaking city flocks to the Nevada clay desert to get their sexy tweak on in the middle of nowhere.

I'm these fools, who stand in line around the block for designer bread. I mean, sure it's delicious, but it's fucking baked goods, not heroin (or was I in the wrong line?).

A modern day bread line, for people with too much money and too much time on their hands.

R59, add "My Sister Sam" and "Suddenly Susan" to your impressive list.

I'm Alfred Hitchcock. I set Vertigo, The Birds, and other films at prominent locations in San Francisco and throughout Northern California.

I'm Bernard Herrmann falling out with Hitchcock during production of [italic]The Birds[/italic], which is why it has no music.

I'm a Sunday morning at Mama's on Washington Square and i'll gladly stand in line for breakfast (pre-pandemic) watching a bunch of older asians do Tai Chi.

I'm two lesbian golden retrievers lapping up...the sunshine in Clitoris Park.

I'm the homophobia behind The Stud selling gay men down the river and gay journalism's sycophancy in doing the same.

I'm [italic]Evening Magazine[/italic], aka [italic]PM Magazine[/italic], which got started on KPIX.

I'm Peter-Astrid Kane (they/them) , the asshole who wrote the article/blather R130 linked. I'm all that's awful about San Francisco and LGBT "journalism."

Have I mentioned that I'm a complete asshole?

I'm Terilyn Joe, I used to anchor the weeknight evening news down in San Jose and I do NOT like noise in the morning!

Related: See what you made me do? Now I have no omelet fixings for breakfast.

I'm the urine-tastic smell of Tenderloin, Fi-Di, parts of SOMA and Yerba Buena that permeate the crisp morning air as you commute to your downtown job.

I'm KRON. No one has watched me since 2002, when NBC was outbid in their attempt to buy the station as their Bay Area O&O and instead bought KNTV. I've tried numerous reinventions, none all that successful, but somehow I just limp along.

"Dublin, Berkeley, San Lorenzo, Cupertino, San Jose!"

I'm BART. enough said.

I'm the hipster company of walking tour operators that offer something for "young and progressive traveler". We say we don't charge any fee for this, just a donation. At the end of the tour we'll tell our "new friends" that the suggested donation is $30.00 and we take cash only.

We'll also say something passive aggressive if you fail to pay up.

Apparently R116, the “2nd gen SF native” doesn’t know that the Castro was an Irish working class neighborhood.

I'm the shwarma you can get downtown at Oasis. I miss you.

I'm the late, legendary Chronicle columnist Herb Caen.

I'm Leslie Sbrocco's unsightly vampire teeth.

I'm Filoli, the historic Woodside estate that was featured as the Carrington Mansion in the opening credits of Dynasty.

I’m the Marina.

I’m filled with beautiful white people, but since the pandemic started, Mayor Breed filled all the hotels on Lombard with deranged homeless people.

Now I have people shitting on my streets, and locas carrying machetes and swords assaulting people.

Saying Woodside is SF is like saying Westchester is Brooklyn.

Hey, how’s it going, I’m Francis of Assisi. I was nice to animals and am a catholic saint. When some Spanish missionaries set up a mission in Frisco, they named it after me, San Francisco de Assis. They did that the same year you guys wrote your Declaration of Independence, in 1776. Anyway, the name stuck, and now one of the premier cities in the world, an iconic joint if there ever was one, has my name! Skyscrapers and tv shows and all that shit! Computer moguls and counterculture types. And who was I? Just a religious guy in a wool tunic, but now my town has all this going for it.

But you know I did something else — I literally invented the nativity scene. Seriously, that was me too!

R145 Yawn. San Francisco sets the tone for much of the surrounding Bay Area. But thanks for the snark.

I am the memory-holed, politically awkward Zebra murders of the mid1970s. It would be problematic to talk about me.

I’m Julie and I hurl pocket change at junkies whenever they give me stink-eye for screaming “Frisco!”

Oh my god r148! That’s terrible!!! They should have had better security at the zoo!

I'm the Doodler podcast which was announced ages ago and is finally being released in a couple of weeks.

R139 Castro was a mixed Italian/Irish neighborhood. But I remember the Italian shops on Castro between Market and 19th.

Local SF TV/Radio circa 1960: KRON, KPIX, KGO, KQED, KTVU, KYA, KEWB, KFOG

I'm the corner of Washington and Cherry in Presidio Heights, the site of the Zodiac Killer murder of taxi driver Paul Stine. RIP.

I’m the ghost of Sylvester.

I'm Carol Doda, immortal topless queen of the Condor Club.

I'm "The Stud" bar, which actually closed over a year ago, which apparently is not known to the writer of the article at R130.

I'm Lawrence Ferlinghetti and City Lights Bookstore.

I'm Yvonne D'Angers. Way more talented than that cunt Doda.

I'm.the gloryhole at Folsom Gulch

I'm the heart I left there.

i'm the beautiful parrot shreiks on Telegraph Hill. We lived there for about 4 months and used to hike down those stairs. They were there and flying around, singing. it was pretty cool. i miss them and i liked the documentary.

I am Peter Berlin. I would have owned social media if only it had existed when I was in my prime.

I'm the City Lights bookshop, still living on the Beat fumes of the 1950s.

I'm also the poster illustration of the human capacity for denial: just look at those terraced rows of houses built over the San Andreas fault. And the natives walking along the Embankment ignoring the increasingly obvious sea-level rise.

I'm a Cockette.

I am Tatiana the Siberian Tiger who, on Christmas day 2006, leaped across the moat of my SF Zoo enclosure, clawed my way over the wall and chased three drunk guys who taunted me. I caught one, then another one tried to distract me, so I caught him and bit his head and killed him. The whole zoo was locked down and I was shot by police, an absolute tragedy.

I am the family of that idiot who taunted the tiger and I sued the shit out of the city.

Yet strangely they didn’t sue Tatiana or her estate.

R157, See r81.

R163, See r157.

I'm La Lengua, the little known, usually unnamed area between 24th adn 30th and Mission bordering The Mission and Bernal Heights.

I am the Angels of Light drag queen theater group who performed a nativity scene for midnight mass in Grace Cathedral in the 70s.

I'm the former Nob Hill Theater.

You too?

I'm the Hunky Jesus competition on Easter Sunday in Delores Park, hosted by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. The very IDEA of HUNKY JESUS gets people's knickers in a twist, all over AMERICA!

You know who hates the very IDEA of Hunky Jesus so very much? Oh, sweetie-darling, it is Andrew Sullivan: preachy gay catholic man who is able to look past the eons of grifting, sexual assaults and exclusion of gays and women that catholicism has perpetuated against humanity, and still clutch his pearls at the sacrilege offensive heresy of gay men (and others) interpreting Jesus as a sex symbol! On the special day when not hunky Jesus really rolled back a stone after 3 days being dead in a tomb and boogied on up the road to show off his resurrection, a totally intellectually plausible story that is true because lots of people believe it!

Andrew Sullivan is dumb as a bag of dirt clods.

I'm the salty Nob Hill matron Jessie Ralph in the 1936 film telling Jeanette MacDonald how a poor girl became the head of San Francisco society, then layer looks on in sadness when she sees her huge house blown up after the earthquake.

R173 What's tedious about people like you is that you claim to be so brave, speaking truth to power, blah de blah blah, but we all know you would never DARE organise a 'Hunky Gay Mohammed' contest.

[quote] I’m Twin Peaks Tavern on Castro, otherwise known as The Coffin.

...otherwise known as the GLASS coffin.

FTFY

I'm Cliff's Variety Store on Castro St. (f. 1936)

I'm the St. Francis Fountain on 24th St. (f. 1918)

I’m the hidden “Tales of the City” paperback that was supposed to serve as a fucking spiritual guide. Not one kind deranged old woman has offered you a blunt since you arrived AND YOU NEVER CARED FOR SOUR DOUGH BREAD ANYWAY! Thank goodness there’s a KFC.

I'm the Komodo dragon that bit Phil Bronstein at the LA Zoo in 2001, still looking north longingly for another taste of the toes Sharon Stone used to suckle.

I'm the back seats of the last car of the BART train (and the formerly encrusted carpeted floors under them).

I'm Chicago. No one ever saw a man dance with his wife in San Francisco.

[quote] But I remember the Italian shops on Castro between Market and 19th.

How long has Rossi's Deli been on Castro St? (near Market) Is it one of the Italian neighborhood legacies?

I’m Heklina's prominent mole. I’ve been seeping toxins into a landfill since 2017.

I am It's It ice cream sandwiches. I will haunt your dreams long after you move away from the Bay Area.

I'm the Seward Street Slides, the hidden twisty double-slide designed by a teenager and built into a hillside above the Castro in the 1970s. Bring your own cardboard or risk bum burn!

I miss Hunky Jesus, R173. The last one in 2019 was packed but mellow, as always.

Just remember it's Dolores Park, with an "o" - named after Mission Dolores, 2 blocks north of the park. It's the oldest structure in SF, and always worth a visit in its own right, especially the beautiful walled cemetery.

I’m the ghost of the Jaguar Adult Book store.

I'm all the middle aged people living with roommates.

[quote]"Dublin, Berkeley, San Lorenzo, Cupertino, San Jose!"

I'm a Bay Area person of the '50s, '60s, and '70s and I don't know what this refers to (other than the fact that they're all cities.) Were they locations of some store?

[quote]Who remembers the landmarks that only the true native knows: Fillmore (West), the Family Dog, Playland (and Laughing Sal), Fleischhaker Pool, Speedway Meadows and the Summer of Love, Union Square, Emporium-Capwell, Roos Bros., Woolworth's on Market and Powell, the Haight (is Love), the Cow Palace, Sutro Baths.

No true San Franciscan ever called it "Emporium-Capwell." The Emporium was in the City; Capwell's was in Oakland. I'm old, but I only remember Roos-Atkins, not Roos Bros. But I do remember The White House, City of Paris, H. Liebes, Grodin's, Joseph and I. Magnins, Hastings, Ransohoff's, et. al. Also Blum's, Townsend's, Manning's (I used to work for their food service branch at a cafeteria on the UCBerkeley campus), Compton's, et. al.

[quote]Will they ever do a version of "Company" set in San Francisco? I'd love to hear "Another Hundred People just got off of the Bart". Of course, they'd have to set it in this century since the Bart wasn't extended until then.

What? BART opened in 1972 (I was there on its opening day) and the Transbay tube to SF opened in 1974. Seems to me those took place in the last century.

My father's family came to SF in the 1850s (Italians.) But I know very little about that side of the family, other than that they owned farms near the Daly City border (in the vicinity of the Cow Palace.) And my grandfather, who died young in 1939, was in the produce business. I was born and raised in the suburbs, however, so I guess I can't claim to be a native.

I'm the inferiority complex that makes SF residents compare themselves obsessively to their bigger and better cousin down South.

[quote] I'm the inferiority complex that makes SF residents compare themselves obsessively to their bigger and better cousin down South.

Oh, please. I lived in SF for 18 years and never heard anyone make that comparison. I also lived in LA for 7 years.

Anyway, they're entirely different places.

I'm the seven opium dens still operating in sullen, mean-spirited, shabby and cheaply-flashy-in-spots Chinatown.

R195 Hmm. Well my experience is very, very different. I was born and raised in LA, moved to bay area 25 years ago (in my 40s).

In my experience, in LA we thought of SF as a pretty city with a great history and a good place for a weekend trip. When I moved to the bay area in 1995 I was bombarded with snarky comments about LA, assertions about how SF was so much more cultured, relentless "Dodgers v Giants" japes ... it was surprising. Not sure if it's an "inferiority complex" like R195 asserts, but there was an extreme competitive spirit... that seemed kind of one sided.

I would also observe it's not quite as visible now.

R190, this might refresh your memory. ❤️

[quote] I'm the Seward Street Slides, the hidden twisty double-slide designed by a teenager and built into a hillside above the Castro in the 1970s. Bring your own cardboard or risk bum burn!

R186, I used to live on the corner of 19th & Douglass for years, right around the corner. Those slides are a hidden gem! Almost ashamed I didn't remember them myself. Thanks for including them!

R44, You're a trite tourist trap. I'm the real deal.

I'm Union and Hyde, the corner home of the very first -- and one of the three last remaining US locations -- of Swensen's Ice Cream. I recommend their Swiss Orange Chip.

I'm some flowers. Be sure to wear me in your hair if you go there.

I'm Mitchell's Ice Cream. I've been a Mission mainstay for decades, mixing up creative ice cream flavors from around the world has been my jam since before it became trendy. Fuck Humphrey Slocombe and their "Secret Breakfast" bourbon and cornflakes bullshit. I'm the artisan, you are lazy nouveau posers marketing a "hair of the dog" hangover cure as an ice cream flavor.

Enough with the flowers in your hair nonsense. That's like 5 people saying it already.

I'll be the giant new Salesforce Cock Tower downtown that displays light show every night. Everyone 'hates' me, although I am now a part of the skyline. I may be in trouble now that we don't need so much office space anymore...

I'm Blue Bottle. We're processing your loan application for your cup of coffee. Your FICO is below 750, our underwriter may have some questions for you.

I'm the cruisy men's rooms throughout Westfield. The ones on the fourth floor of Bloomingdale's got so notorious, management installed cameras at the entrance and leave the door open at all times. Allegedly.

I am Sausalito, so near and yet so far.

And I am a tourist limo in said Sausalito unaccustomed to the trip over the GG and stuck trying to find a place to make a u-turn while the locals snort and whisper, "Namaste."

AND I am the infamous fatal limo fire on the San Mateo-Hayward Bridge in 2013 that killed five nurses trapped in the vehicle whose 911 call captured their screams as they burned to death.

I'm Buena Vista Park - many a dick has been sucked here.

R208, that is still such a haunting story. RIP.

I'm Asiana Airlines Flight 214. RIP to the three passengers who were killed, and thank goodness there weren't even more fatalities.

r198 I remember Denevi Camera, but not that commercial. And I moved out of California in 1978, so if it was after that, I wouldn't have seen it. And when I moved back to CA in 1987, it was to southern Calif., so not there either.

I'm the City's oldest building (and also the State's third oldest).

I agree r197. I moved up here from L.A. in '99 and experienced the same hostile sentiments from the "locals" in SF and the Bay Area in general. Not really hostile towards ME per se, but they'd aggressively point out that I mispronounced a Spanish street name (by pronouncing it correctly in Spanish like people in SoCal do) and advised me to NEVER say "the" in front of a freeway number because it irritates the sensitive Bay Area people, for example. They're always making a stink about differentiating themselves from L.A. people with stuff like that. I'd come here thinking the Bay Area was more sophisticated, but in that level the natives and longtime locals really are somewhat parochial in spite of the diversity here.

And you're right, it does seem to have lessened over the years. I think there are so many people here now from many other places that the longtime locals and natives are mad about EVERYONE who comes to live here now, not just Southern CA people.

I'm that enormous hat with the SF skyline on it that drag queen wore on Tales of the City.

I'm the 415 area code. Starting in the 1950s, then resuming at a much more often clip beginning in the 1990s, my service area has shrunk from the greater Bay Area to now just San Francisco and Marin County. Just like their 1960s lobbying to keep BART out, Marin staying in 415 while Alameda, San Mateo, and Contra Costa Counties were kicked out to 510, 925, and 650 respectively is a weird kink that makes them feel special or something.

Instead of finally kicking Marin out of 415 which should have happened decades ago, area code 628 went into service as a 415 overlay in 2015.

R215, you're referring to Beach Blanket Babylon. See R70.

Let’s be SCAT Francisco 🤡

I'm the truffle burger and dirty martinis at Bix.

I'm the far end of Baker Beach. 😉😈🍆

We were the little copper pots holding the Truffle Man's edibles.

I'm the Seal Rocks right off the shore from the now-closed Cliff House I'm proof that from a proper distance, even things covered in copious amounts of shit can still be beautiful.

Incidentally, with the uncontrolled homelessness problem in the city, "Even things covered in copious amounts of shit can still be beautiful," might be a useful tourism campaign slogan.

[quote]I'm Frisco.

I'm Cali your big brother. Nether of us are actually from here because real native never use that word. Oh but we will tell everyone back east in New Jersey after living here for a year, we are Cali natives. We are from Cali, live in Frisco.

Castro? At first I read this as Castrato.

Anyone seen my balls?

Google Castrato if you don't get the joke.

We're also covered in shit. But unlike R222, we have all the best sharks, a radioactive dump site, 1,000+ mice per acre, and we've even hosted our own war.

[quote] When I moved to the bay area in 1995 I was bombarded with snarky comments about LA, assertions about how SF was so much more cultured, relentless

That's nothing new, San Franciscans have been known for having a snobby reputation going back over 100 years to the time of the great quake. Most of the well-to-do were from Chicago and put on airs in an attempt to create an alternative reality for themselves as the nouveau riche of the time. There's lots of old new articles about it dating back to about the same time. The attitude stuck.

I experienced this a few years back when I was making a pitch to a design company up there in front of several sharks. I live down in LA and I HATE flying so I drove, it's a nice drive along the coast. Anyway when a woman ask how my flight was and I told I drove, she made a joke about it during the the presentation "he drove here" implying I was too poor to fly.

I'm Lotta's Fountain, at the intersection of Market and Kearny / 3rd.

I'm the anxiety induced by a walk across the slanted, wobbly, creaking, haphazardly patched-together floor upstairs at Green Apple Books.

I am Folsom Street Fair, a public BDSM event for men over 50.

R229 I'm Dore Alley, for those who feel Folsom has gone too mainstream.

I'm one of the nudist guys who walk around the Castro during the day.....I don't understand moisturizer or sunscreen so the skin on my whole body looks like a used leather purse

I'm the stretch of 6th street from mission to market that looks and feels like the height of what's bad about SF

R232 But if you're feeling brave and in the mood for great Vietnamese, Tu Lan is on that block. OMG Bar for drinks before and after also on that stretch.

R116 I'm also a native San Franciscan, and I can't tell if your post is sincere or satire. You sound insufferable.

I am Sutrito Tower, Sutro Tower's squatter cousin.

I'm Castro Camera.

R197 R214 I am the native San Franciscan who doesn't give a shit where you're from and will suck your cock if you ask nicely.

R234 And you sound like a deplorable ship-in pretending otherwise.

I'm Tower Records at Columbus and Bay.

i lived there after they closed that down r239. they turned it into a Spirit Halloween store for a period of time and i recall they were interviewing some kid and his mom shopping there close to Halloween when we had a 5.6 earthquake in the middle of the live interview. It was a little surreal.

I'm Mission Dolores. Older than San Francisco. Older than the US.

R238 Unbearably insufferable.

I’m poor, which is why I don’t live in San Francisco.

I left my heart there

I’m the revolving Jack Tar Hotel sign. That natives in the know rode around and around while being sucked/fucked.

I'm the cable car running boards. Where women were forbidden from standing/riding until 1965.

I'm Japan Airlines Flight 2. Whose Captain Kohei Asoh, due to heavy fog, mistakenly landed the plane near Coyote Point in the shallow waters of San Francisco Bay.

I’m R244 thinking I'm the height of hilarity and that in almost 250 posts not one soul has mentioned that yet. Much less 5 times.

But I’ll do me.

I'm Coit Tower, Lilli Hitchcock's Art Deco monument to honor the phalli of firefighters.

Glad to see another slide fan, R199. I hadn't been in a few years, but they've been open during lockdown so have hiked up there a few times. People have been leaving cardboard at the bottom in case you don't have your own. It's hard to capture just how steep they are - more like a little luge run than a typical slide. I love that it's just pure fun for anyone, inner kids or real kids. This pic kind of shows the descent angle

I'm Judy Kaminsky, and I will cut a bitch with a prewar Sabatier Droescher & Behar chef's knife.

Memories from an old codger, for R16. Second generation, too. Seventy, moved a few miles north some years back. I was born in SF and lived inside and outside city limits for 40 years. The north Peninsula for a while, Oakland for while, SF again before moving north near the Russian River. My family came in the early 1900s. I have photos of my ancestors in Edwardian clothing in the sand dunes what is now the outer Richmond District.

"Who remembers the city of my birth..." There were always incomers but the real population explosion began after the late 1960s. The impact of so many newbies did indeed change the way we lived prior. So many of my friends are incomers and I'm happy to know them. I still love SF but it can be a challenge getting around. I love the East Bay but the traffic really scares me.

"Who remembers the landmarks that only the true native knows: Fillmore (West), the Family Dog, Playland (and Laughing Sal), Fleischhaker Pool, Speedway Meadows and the Summer of Love, Union Square, Emporium-Capwell, Roos Bros., Woolworth's on Market and Powell, the Haight (is Love), the Cow Palace, Sutro Baths." Yep, remember it all. Swam in Fleischhaker pool (salt water and very cold), worked at the Emporium, rode the roof rides as a kid, went to the dentist at 450 Sutter, bought hunks of chocolate at Woolworth's, still go to the Cow Palace for my beloved Dickens Christmas Faire. Saw Janice Joplin in 1977 when she was with Big Brother and the Holding Company at the Avalon Ballroom. I also remember the Seals, Blums, the White House, City of Paris, and road trips to the Russian River and Santa Cruz. As teens we would take Muni to Union Square, explore the stores and big hotels and people watch. It was truly a fabulous place to grow up. Grandparent's house was traditional; high wainscoting, hardwood floors, stained glass windows, big rough stone fireplace, dining room built ins. Not a large house but magic for a kid.

"Who remembers Castro Street before the gay invasion, when it was an Italian neighborhood." Yep, the olden days. Mom and I'd take the street car downtown from West Portal and ride past the corner of Castro and Market, Lots of Italians and Irish in those parts. I don't remember SF not having a gay population. We'd read County Marco (gay socialite for the ladies) in the Chronicle and see the Halloween Party drag pics also in the Chron. I had gay teachers in middle and high school. It was on the down low but we all knew. My favorite teacher was gay, he taught history. Wonderful teacher. My dad also had a business in the Polk Gulch area. Gay is in my DNA, back to about 1960. Sadly, gay bashing was a sport for some high school boys then.

"Who is the last native left alive who remembers Magnolia Thunderpussy." Haven't thought about it in years. Did go to Tower Records a lot. Remember the giant Cost Plus nearby?

"Who knows that only a real native San Franciscan can drive up California or Hyde Street without burning out their clutch." LOL. My dad and sister were experts but I never got the knack. First thing my dad did when teaching me to drive was to head straight to a high hill. It freaked me out, I kept rolling backwards. My first car was automatic. My sis still drives automatic and she lives on a hill. Nerves of steel.

"Who would beat the living fuck out of [R84] for sullying the name of San Francisco." He probably uses Crisco and eats Rice a Roni..

"Who is reduced to a nostalgic puddle of tears when hearing ‘I Left My Heart in San Francisco’." I like the song but I don't cry.

"And who sadly knows that the city of my youth, that I remember so fondly, the city of wonder and fascination, is dead and gone." Yes, the amazing City of our youth is gone but the memories sure stick around! I pop into the Facebook site "San Francisco Remembered" sometimes where old timers reminisce. It's fun. Do you ever check it out?

I’m Buzzby’s on Polk. Then onto Miz Browns for a greasy late night dinner.

I am the reflexive hostility to anybody who points out how many of the attempts to solve the growing problems in the city have just made them worse.

I'm the Ferry Building.

[quote] He probably uses Crisco

Crisco’ll do you proud every time!

I'm KSFO - The Sound of the City.

We're Russ Hodges & Lon Simmons.

I'm Kezar Stadium.

I'm Sigmund Stern Grove.

I'm the Musée Mécanique.

We are the homeless bums doing drugs and taking dumps in front of all of those places. The whole city is just our toilet now. What do you expect when the actual public toilets don’t fucking work and the virus closed half the restaurants in the country?

[quote] I am the family of that idiot who taunted the tiger and I sued the shit out of the city.

I’m Madeline. I inspired him to do it when I said “pooh-pooh” to the tigers in the zoo in Paris.

I’m Wakefield Poole’s Hot Flash of America store.

I’m the Mechanics Monument.

I’m the people who moved here in the early 2000s hoping to have a life right out of the pages of “Tales of the City.” Now I’m depressed and hopeless about my plummeting real estate value, the rampant crime on the street, and the disgraceful life I bet everything on.

Say wha, R266? Rents are falling but SF still has the highest rents in the US. And the residential real estate market is holding steady and in some cases climbing, much like everywhere. I'm hoping lower rents allow more non-zillionaires to move back, but nobody's real estate investment is going bust unless/until a major earthquake hits.

I’m the Walt Disney Family Museum which not only downplays the existence of [italic]Song of the South[/italic] but also skirts over everything they have done since Walt died, especially the sweatshops, the cooking of the books, the theme park cast members who ended up homeless, the restoration of executive bonuses after laying off over 30,000 employees, the Chinese concentration camp they thanked in the new [italic]Mulan[/italic], the lawsuit they lost to Peggy Lee, the lawsuit they lost to a gay couple kicked out of Disneyland for dancing together while a tranny was writing the score to [italic]TRON[/italic], and their complicity in promoting childhood obesity.

But at least they mentioned his two B’nai Brith awards. That is two more than Seth MacFarlane ever had or ever will have.

I suspect r266 doesn't own any real estate. And he left SF back to Flyoverstan after getting laid off in 2008.

How do you do, R269? I’m Mr. Cause. Perhaps you’ve met my good friend, Mrs. Effect. If not, then I think it’s time you two got acquainted.

R250, The Seward slides are such a hidden gem, DL favorite Gwyneth Paltrow even Gooped about them once upon a time. I was still living around the corner when she first featured them. This was long before she took her business in the direction of all things vaginal: steaming, egg storage, candle fragrance, etc. I digress.

Anyway, thought you'd be interested in knowing the slides have attracted some celeb awareness / notoriety! 😊❤️

We're the alphabetical streets in the Sunset District. I can still recite them from memory despite not having been there since my grandmother died in 1968.

Even I, the world's largest manufacturer of diabetes sugar water, could no longer afford the rent in San Francisco. After residing on the same SoMa corner for 83 years, I finally left town last October.

R273, Same.

I've endured longer than most of the marriages of the couples who took wedding photos with me in the background.

Hi! I’m an earthquake. 💀

I am the Vulcan stairs. You can take me to visit Mt Olympus, one of the most beautiful, hidden, magical corners in SF.

I am the scary stairs that lead from Mt. Olympus down to 17th street and Clayton. I am bound to collapse any day now, with or without earthquakes.

I'm the Bohemian Grove that has been the site of occult ceremonies by the uber-rich and powerful for many, many decades. QANON? Illuminati? International Rothchild bankers controlling the world? All that's comic book conspiracy BS... Bohemian Club is for real.

I'm this curve of Twin Peaks Boulevard. I'm often featured in car commercials if you pay close attention.

I'm a memory of the Doggy Diner.

I'm the fucking Alemany Interchange.

I'm the fog horns, take a listen.

I'm a fog horn on the Golden Gate Bridge.

I'm the long gone Hamm's Beer sign that illuminated the night sky as I filled up and emptied out all night long.

I'm the most ridiculous, bullshittiest neighborhood name this city has ever come up with.

I’m upper Vermont Street, the place to which we take our out of town visitors when we don’t want to deal with the traffic mess on Lombard Street.

I’m the ridiculously narrow streets of Telegraph Hill, which turn into steps without notice.

North Beach is on my doorstep, and it’s just a matter of time before there’s a mass casualty event with a car plowing into dining parklets built for the pandemic.

R287, See R200.

I'm the de Young, more aptly known as the Dede Young.

I’m the exasperated board of the DeYoung, who finally took away the reins of the museum from that fucking crazy cunt.

Careful, I just spilled some hot tea.

I'm the windmills area of the Golden Gate Park, the nether-regions of the park actually. I'm located near Ocean Beach. I'm an outdoor cruising area.

I'm the N Judah line, the busiest line on the MUNI system. There are some scary types that ride me later at night and they are usually headed to the last stop at Ocean Beach.

I'm Columbus Avenue, a diagonal street that cuts through the grid in the northeast part of the peninsula. I'm anchored by the Transamerica pyramid building in the Financial District.

R252 I have a huge smile reading your post. That there are others who do remember, even the stuff that I've forgotten. Avalon Ballroom. CostPlus near Tower Records. A special In Memoriam to the Cliff House and their Sunday Brunch with the best Ramos Fizzes in the City.

Thanx for the heads-up about "San Francisco Remembered". Though remembering what was makes what is all the more disheartening.

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Cesar Chavez Street, my fucking ass!!

I'm the 12 year old girl who walked on the Golden Gate Bridge the day it opened in 1937.

Agreed. Army Street lives on in our memories, R298.

R116, maybe she knew my dad, he was 14 and also walked across the bridge that day.

R191, Fun Fact, the Emporium merged with Capwell's in 1927 but their names didn't join until the early 80s (if I remember correctly). Remember when we called it the Big E?

This is a great thread, so many memories and new stuff, too. I have to read it again because I missed parts of it.

I hate what they did with the Emporium dome. It's still there but there are awkward walls underneath that partially block the view.

I'm not crazy about the exterior of the remodeled de Young Museum but I love the view from the tower. Stunning.

A great read is Alma about the life of Alma Spreckles, founder of the Legion of Honor Museum. The de Young sisters looked down on her. She showed them! The exterior of the Legion is much nicer than the de Young.

Alma was also the model for the statue on the pole in the middle of Union Square.

Excuse me, Big Alma is the name of the book.

I'm R281's faulty memory of DOGGIE (not Doggy) Diner.

And I'm R302's inability to spell SPRECKELS.

[quote] I'm [R281]'s faulty memory of DOGGIE (not Doggy) Diner.

Well it’s a doggie dog world!

I’m the Embarcadero Freeway. Doesn’t anyone miss me?

I'm the squeaky noises the electric buses make.

I'm those poles that connect the electric buses to the overhead wires. I fall down a lot and the bus driver has to get out and reconnect me.

I'm the grimy windows on the bus you don't want to touch, especially during a pandemic.

R306, NOPE!

R307 I am the cables of the cable cars rattling underground ....

I'm the 20 dollar salad.

i'm the Skatin' Place in GG Park. There is always at least one blaring boombox playing while queens (and non-queens) wearing egregious outfits are shakin' their booty while skating around on original four wheel skates.

I'm the End Up. I could be your last chance. At romance

I'm the submarine races at Lake Merced.

I'm Paul Revere Elementary School in Bernal Heights. How DARE they change my name!!

I'm Napa, which is the equivalent of the Hamptons; and I'm Sonoma, more akin to Litchfield County.

I'm Herb Caen, the legendary gossip columnist mingling with San Francisco's elite '100'.

I'm the Mai Tai served at Trader Vic's original SF location at Cosmo Place.

I'm the Tonga Room at the Fairmont.

We're the cast of 'Looking' filming on location.

I'm Teatro Zinzanni on Embarcadero, closed now but (allegedly, we'll see) re-opening in 2022.

I'm the Inner Sunset's mosaic steps at night.

I'm ghost of Hippo Hamburgers on Van Ness Avenue where you could dine adjacent to humongous hippo butts.

I'm the Hollywood sound stage where 'Guess Who's Coming to Dinner' was actually filmed.

I'm former Pacific Heights gay bar the Alta Plaza, nicknamed by local gays the "Ultra Plastic."

I'm the arched bridge in the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park.

I'm Kissinger attending the ever so exclusive gathering of powerful men at the Bohemian Grove 70 miles north of the City.

I’m Al “Jazzbo (Jazzbeaux)” Collins, guest Tonight Show host, KSFO and KGO personality.

I’m Gypsy Rose Lee, Burlesque Queen and KGO morning talk show host.

I’m Bobby Shields, Union Square mime/panhandler. I hit it big for a season on CBS in the variety show Shields and Yarnell.

One more time.

I'm this video that shows you how dangerous the Streets of San Francisco could be back in the day.

I'm Lenny Bruce at the hungry i.

I'm the Buena Vista Cafe, home of Irish Coffee.

I'm Tippi Hedren going into the pet shop off Union Square while Alfred Hitchcock exits the store.

I fucking LOVE THAT MOVIE.

I'm Rose Pak.

[quote] I mispronounced a Spanish street name (by pronouncing it correctly in Spanish like people in SoCal do)

You mean like "San Peedro"?

I’m Clement Street. I’m the locals’ Chinatown.

R332 That pet shop was on Maiden Lane.

[quote] I'll be the giant new Salesforce Cock Tower downtown

For which they demolished a lot of buildings with iconic businesses on First St. to build---Like Jack-in-the-Box.

Ha r336 that little alley called Maiden Lane

I'm the other end of R335, where you can learn to hand-stitch leather goods from a former Hermès craftsperson.

I'm San Fran. No one who actually lives here would ever dream of using that catchy lil moniker. I'm reserved for 'in-the-know' tourists from New Jersey and the Boston suburbs.

I love that iconic pic of Pak R333.

I think it should be etched in glass outside of the (forever) upcoming Chinatown subway station.

I'm bears. There's a lot of us.

gay bears you mean lol

R327 is downright schizophrenic!

I'm a gay man on the east coast. I discovered a cousin of mine was a leader in the bear community in SF in the 90s/early 00s.

I’m Vaillancourt Fountain. I’m despised by locals and visitors alike.

R346 Agreed. I always thought there was an embedded ironic joke... this is what the City will look like when the next 8.2 earthquake hits.

r326 meet r279

R338, yes, I used to go to the pet shop on Maiden lane. I checked it online and those scenes were shot on a back lot, so I left out the reference. I should have known someone would nab me one way or the other. Are you old enough to remember the upstairs luncheon spot across the street where the waitresses wore kimonos and served stuff like Welsh rarebit?

They also totally rearranged the town of Bodega and Bodega Bay in the film. I still love it though.

Oops, I'm not R336, I'm R332 (and R339 among others).

Speaking of Birds, I live in the county where the Birds was filmed, not far from the Russian River. I have a couple of oak trees and the acorns are very prolific this year. My yard looks like a scene from the Birds, ravens, everywhere. I'm enjoying it.

You're R339? I thought I was R339.

Are you me?

Is the Russian River San Francisco’s Fire Island?

I remember Maiden Lane. It was a cute little street in a cute part of SF.

I"m the 17 Reasons Why! billboard at 17th St. and Mission (1935-2002).

I'm the elderly Chinese people doing Tai Chi on Saturday morning in the park below Telegraph Hill.

I'm the California Bluebirds in Golden Gate Bridge Park.

There are many of us, and we are very blue and damn cute. Far superior to the Eastern Bluebird.

R351 I don't know who the hell I am anymore. I've also completely forgotten how to spell. I don't think I'm you but you might be me.

Are you 70 but look 30 with dazzling white teeth?

R352. Sort of, it's a gay haven, but also drenched in aging hippies and more of their fair share of serial killers.

Gay haven, aging hippies, and serial killers - create a Venn diagram of those and you have: Russian River!! (having stolen the title from Santa Cruz)

I'm Zim's.

R346, It was also the site of a free U2 concert in 1987, weeks after the stock market crash. Bono spray painted on it during the finale. Then-mayor DiFi was not pleased.

I'll be Stern Grove. Fun outdoor summer concerts in a freezing foggy park, surrounded by littering locals and NIMBY dipshits. Still worth it to smell the eucalyptus trees.

For R335: I'm Shubert's, the holdout German bakery (est. 1911) on Clement St. People trek out here for takeaway dim sum from Good Luck or Wing Lee, then pop into me for a Princess Cake.

I'm Fort Funston, one of the best hang gliding spots in the US. I'm at the southwest tip of the City, where tourists almost never find me. Those who do return every time they visit.

R354: Do you know 18 Reasons, the non-profit cooking school on 18th St started by the Bi-Rite folks? The name was inspired by the 17 reasons sign:

[quote]If you’ve been in the Mission for a while, you may remember the large sign atop a building at the corner of 17th Street and Mission. It simply, and mysteriously stated: 17 Reasons. It was tragically taken down in 2002 and replaced by an ordinary billboard. To mark the change in the gallery’s management and pay tribute to this much ­missed icon, we decided to rechristen the space as 18 Reasons. Eighteen because our home is 18th Street and because…well, it never hurts to have one more reason.

They link to this cool video about the sign

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I was Blue Boy.

I’m the scat that litters the sidewalks in SCAT Francisco!

^^Original. Haven’t heard that one yet.

[quote] I'm Zim's.

I loved Zim's but my boyfriend didn't like it.

Did Zim's have a pineapple sundae, or am I remembering somewhere else?

Another good place for big old-fashioned sundaes was Lori's Diner. The one remaining location no longer serves them.

I'm the suggestively named businesses in the Castro: Rock Hard, Hand Job, Knobs, The Sausage Factory, and Sit 'n Spin.

I the person that moved from there to New Mexico or Texas. My net worth has improved exponentially!!!!! And no feces in the streets !!!!

I'm schools renamed during a pandemic because we were originally named for racists like Paul Revere and Abraham Lincoln. Oh, what? The school board reversed that decision when they were universally derided? But we wanted to be the Angela Davis Communist Party of America High School and the Chinese Cultural Revolution Elementary!

R373, does that mean they aren't changing St. Ignatius to Ladies of Perpetual Indulgence?

I'm the Sushi Boat in Chinatown, or as fat white tourists call it, The Love Boat.